"The Confucian Sect will not be defeated!" Yun Wanggui's words were sonorous, and Jian Mingzheng came from, and the great energy poured out from his body, and immediately the aura moved the world, "Hao Shengming the Sky Rain!"

The sky light broke through the clouds, shining through the mountains and rivers, and thousands of rays of rays were like silk rain, densely packed with endless covers of Fangyuan hundred feet.

The sword energy turned into silk and penetrated everywhere, making Le Xunyuan's face a little heavier.

"It seems that I underestimated you."

Le Xunyuan spoke at the same time, and shouted in a deep voice, Mingqi Wudian urged the extreme style again, "The sky style·The smoke poured into the tide!"

The ten-level deep skills of the Ming Qi Wushuo, and a large amount of true energy is discharged, like endless waves of tides centered on the joy of searching for the distance, storming in all directions.

Rumble!

A huge loud thunder sound resounded throughout the world. When the "river tide" passed, the mountains collapsed and rocks were destroyed. The towering mountain top was instantly moved under the sword energy and palm power of the two.

Under the strong strength, the rocks turned into powder, spreading everywhere, covering the sky and the sun

"Thousands of mountains and rivers roar and clouds."

Yun Wanggui ignored his injuries and suddenly stepped on the ground, and he turned up with a sharp sword, breaking through thousands of waves with one sword, and stabbed Le Xunyuan directly in the chest. The ultimate killing momentum was self-evident.

After all, this game is a life-and-death battle between good and evil, and there is no way to hold back.

Faced with the crisis of death, Le Xunyuan's face darkened and no longer cared about it, "If you want to die, then I will fulfill your wish!"

Cold and ruthless words were full of ruthless murderous intent. Le Xunyuan's true energy was extremely urging, and he no longer had any reservations. He pressed his palm and said, "All-style Chaos Overturned!"

"Not good!"

Yu Li Jing took a step forward without realizing it, and was ready to accept it casually. Although it was a life-and-death battle, it was impossible for him to watch the Confucian people die in front of him.

"Leave the scriptures, I'll do it!"

At this time, Mo Qingchi suddenly spoke and reached out to block Yu Li Jing. However, before the two of them could say anything, Sui Wujue also took a step forward and said firmly: "Shengsi, let me do the second battle."

Just as the three of them were arguing, the battle on the field had reached the moment of victory.

The Ghost Qi Lord narrowed his eyes slightly and said to himself: "Le Xunyuan, will you disappoint the ghost?"

Boom!

The palms and swords suddenly intertwined, and Le Xunyuan's body was slightly tilted, and the cold sword edge struck Le Xunyuan's shoulder, bringing out a handful of bright red.

At the same time, Le Xunyuan's fierce palm had already hit Yun Wanggui's chest.

puff!

The powerful force entered the body, Yun Wanggui immediately bleeded blood all over his body, and his body flew backwards uncontrollably and rolled to the ground.

"Shiwei."

Sui stepped out for no reason and appeared in front of Yun Wanggui. However, he saw the Ghost Qi Lord on the opposite side bounced his finger and forced Sui Wuju to retreat in an instant. At the same time, he said playfully: "What? The Confucian Sect wants to break the rules?"

"We recognize..."

Yu Lijing behind Sui Wushu hurriedly spoke up to admit defeat, but Yun Wanggui in the center of the battlefield shouted softly and stood up again with his seriously injured body.

"Yun Wanglu, don't force yourself!" Yu Lijing shouted. Although the victory or defeat is serious, the meaningless death is unnecessary.

"I--has not lost yet!"

Yun Wanggui's chest and clothes were stained with blood, his face was covered with blood, his breath was messy, but he was proud and unyielding.

"Oh? Since you don't want to admit defeat, Xunyuan has to..."

Seeing Yun Wanggui standing up again, a cold light flashed in Le Xunyuan's eyes, and his murderous intent suddenly ignited. At this point, if Yun Wanggui still refused to retreat, he had to kill him.

As Le Xunyuan wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth, he raised his hand and took the world with his palm. The airflow of the radius of heaven and earth once again gathered in the palm of his palm, and the terrifying power came again.

Yun Wanggui's body shook, his arms bulged with blue veins, and his eyes were full of indomitableness.

"Check my last move!"

Yun Wanggui said firmly, at this moment, he had only one thought in his heart, that even if he died here, he had to pay enough money to make it impossible for him to win in a row.

This game of destruction is not a temporary victory or defeat, but the final winner. Therefore, if he loses his opponent's strength more than a point, he can lay the foundation for victory in the next battle.

At this moment, Yu Lijing and others also understood Yun Wanggui's idea and wanted to admit defeat, but they didn't know how to speak.

Because Yun Wangguihuan was very sober, he did not admit defeat, and they had no right to make a decision.

Moreover, this is Yun Wanggui's choice, and they must respect it.

At this time, Yun Wanggui's expression was full of solemnity, and the sword of Tiansui was standing in front of his chest, and the golden light was condensed in the sword body.

"This is……"

Feeling this breath, Yu Lijing glared at his eyes and looked stunned, but soon calmed down and said to himself: "It seems that the Emperor Confucian Master is ready."

"Travel to the Emperor!"

As Yun Wanggui glared, the vast imperial power came overwhelmingly, and the famous imperial scholarship appeared in his hand again.

Feeling the strong pressure, Le Xunyuan's face also changed, "What a Yun Wanggui, he actually has such a trump card. But, even if you are a half-bad person, how can you rebel against the situation even if you have a strong move!"

At this point, how could Le Xunyuan admit defeat? Although his true energy in his body was greatly damaged, the trauma was much lighter than Yun Wanggui. Therefore, he was still full of confidence.

"Xuanhua·Qingyutiansheng!"

Le Xunyuan's palm power changed, and the hundred-mile wind and cloud gathered towards him in an instant, and at the same time his other hand also swung, "Xuanshi·The Qi surged into the sky."

The palms were moved together, accompanied by a deep shout, and Le Xunyuan condensed the wind and clouds for hundreds of miles, and the powerful air flow rushed to the sky. The next moment, he slashed down with a fierce palm, as if he collapsed the sky.

At this time, Yun Wanggui's sword also slashed.

The dazzling golden light is condensed, like a golden road that crushes the world with the great momentum of crushing the world, and all spirits are free.

The sword of the Imperial Way fought against a palm that subverted the world.

The surging waves of air hit, Yun Wanggui, who was already suffering from heavy damage, vomited blood again, and with one sword, he would never retreat.

Le Xunyuan on the opposite side suffered a heavy blow and took three steps back in a row, vomiting blood from his mouth, and his breath in his body was also messy for a moment.

The wind gathers and the clouds disperse.

Everyone's eyes fell on the two people on the battlefield.

After a while, Le Xunyuan sprayed out another mouthful of blood, but his breath stabilized, showing the strength of a deep foundation, "Yun Wanggui, you lost."

As soon as the words fell, a palm force attacked Yun Wanglu again.

At this moment, a sword light blocked the killing move, "I don't know where to look for it, but the road is vast but from the heart. The deep sea and the far peaks are all illusions, and Qianqiu can only chant with a sword."

Sui Wujue suddenly stood in front of Yun Wanggui, and Ru's elegant face showed his sharpness. "I was defeated in the first battle with the Russo Sect, and I will take over next."

Yun Wanggui's desperate battle made Sui slapped in vain and reappeared the sharpness of the swordsman.

Speaking of which, Yun Wanggui is the great disciple of the Dharma Confucian scholars, but he is just a great disciple who has followed his father Suiyuan. In terms of seniority, he should call Yun Wanggui the uncle.

But Yun Wanggui was born in the Optimist School, and he was able to talk to everyone in the sect, and he did not have the majesty of his elders. Therefore, this identity made everyone in the Confucian School forget about it.

Nowadays, even the most optimistic Yun Wanggui has shown such a will. As the successor of Jianru, Sui and others will not allow anyone to lose face in the Confucian family for no reason.

"The new swordsmanship of Confucianism is very good!"

The Ghost Qi Lord suddenly chuckled, shook the white bone fan and looked at Le Xunyuan and suddenly asked, "Le Xunyuan, are you sure about this battle?"

Le Xunyuan narrowed his eyes slightly, then smiled slightly, and said, "Xunyuan will do his best!"

"Okay! If you can win this battle, the ghost will ask you for divine power to give it to the evil god!"
Chapter completed!